Poems About Teens Seeking Friendly Advice
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Poems about teens seeking friendly advice. Friendly advice and comments have been requested for these poems.
goldenmyst
Poem Published
7th Dec 2024 2:01am
7th Dec 2024 2:01am
Sirens of the Secretarial Coven
Sirens of the Secretarial Coven
My non-traditional for men job quest
Lands me in the typist’s oasis
Of the secretarial pool of Portland, Maine
I enter the perfumed office parlor
Of the skirted realm
Whose rose-scented atmosphere
Holds hope for the dream job
Of female cohorts
For a young man with great expectations
In the pursuit of happiness
To be found among blouses
Where I am to be administered the typing test
By an instructress introduced by her sister in ink as:
“Don’t worry John, she won’t bite. ...
My non-traditional for men job quest
Lands me in the typist’s oasis
Of the secretarial pool of Portland, Maine
I enter the perfumed office parlor
Of the skirted realm
Whose rose-scented atmosphere
Holds hope for the dream job
Of female cohorts
For a young man with great expectations
In the pursuit of happiness
To be found among blouses
Where I am to be administered the typing test
By an instructress introduced by her sister in ink as:
“Don’t worry John, she won’t bite. ...
#job
#seductive
#sensual
#teens
#women
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oskar
Poem Published
15th Jul 2024 9:49am
15th Jul 2024 9:49am
when whore house was fun
When a whore house was fun
I sat down to write about flowers, those often
called weeds and grows on untended pavements
but another thought got in the way as I recalled
that flowers in a whore house are usually plastic
except for a chrysanthemum on
a painting on a wall of an artistic whore
I have had much fun in houses of ill-repute
it is not only sex but also laughter and dance
The girls liked young sailors and the possibility
of a steady relationship.
It did happen to a sailor coming home from Brazil
with a blushing bride,...
I sat down to write about flowers, those often
called weeds and grows on untended pavements
but another thought got in the way as I recalled
that flowers in a whore house are usually plastic
except for a chrysanthemum on
a painting on a wall of an artistic whore
I have had much fun in houses of ill-repute
it is not only sex but also laughter and dance
The girls liked young sailors and the possibility
of a steady relationship.
It did happen to a sailor coming home from Brazil
with a blushing bride,...
#aging
#dating
#marriage
#nostalgia
#teens
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Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
12th Jul 2024 6:43am
12th Jul 2024 6:43am
I'm only a phone call away
There's a ledge
with your name carved into it
I watch as you look back at me
before you step into the free fall
knowing where you're going
I can't follow
It doesn't matter that my name
is etched into the stone history of us
it doesn't matter that I understand
how easy it is to fall into the abyss
it doesn't matter that I tried
to pave a different road for you
with all the blood my soul had to spare
sometimes fate finds us and binds us
and when we wake up like death
lingering at the bottom of the...
with your name carved into it
I watch as you look back at me
before you step into the free fall
knowing where you're going
I can't follow
It doesn't matter that my name
is etched into the stone history of us
it doesn't matter that I understand
how easy it is to fall into the abyss
it doesn't matter that I tried
to pave a different road for you
with all the blood my soul had to spare
sometimes fate finds us and binds us
and when we wake up like death
lingering at the bottom of the...
#addiction
#alcohol
#teens
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herry_the_poet
Poem Published
21st Jun 2024 3:04am
21st Jun 2024 3:04am
The Guilty
Ladies and Gentlemen
the names have been changed to protect
'The Guilty'
Yeah I'll bet between the 3 of us??? We share the travel sense the good Lord gave a cantaloupe.
I mean for starters? Who else would set sail much past the horizon in a $300 mechanics special – let alone start crossing county lines.
The girl's sole intention must be to get stranded somewhere and make things awkward between me and my folks. I'm telling you GRETCHEN has an unbelievable relationship with situational awareness and realism.
We would have a problem pooling...
the names have been changed to protect
'The Guilty'
Yeah I'll bet between the 3 of us??? We share the travel sense the good Lord gave a cantaloupe.
I mean for starters? Who else would set sail much past the horizon in a $300 mechanics special – let alone start crossing county lines.
The girl's sole intention must be to get stranded somewhere and make things awkward between me and my folks. I'm telling you GRETCHEN has an unbelievable relationship with situational awareness and realism.
We would have a problem pooling...
#aging
#LifeCycle
#nostalgia #teens
#nostalgia #teens
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Maple666
Poem Published
8th May 2024 3:28am
8th May 2024 3:28am
A to B
I was on a route to A to B and got stopped by a X. I felt perplexed as I had learnt my alphabet in earnest when I was small. On the way to school reciting the letters in conformity and hands held in simplicity and a blanket of unconditional love. Nothing is as transparent as then or as orderly and uncomplicated.
You expected to find yourself at B but life gave you the finger and gave you the X with you are on your own kid. I mean this isn’t fair game I have got to find my own diversion without a clue to find my B. Nobody tells you life is not like the alphabet a structure of...
You expected to find yourself at B but life gave you the finger and gave you the X with you are on your own kid. I mean this isn’t fair game I have got to find my own diversion without a clue to find my B. Nobody tells you life is not like the alphabet a structure of...
#aging
#childhood
#nostalgia
#strength
#teens
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Maple666
Poem Published
1st Apr 2024 4:31pm
1st Apr 2024 4:31pm
Young dreams .
Shy girls don’t get seen like the queens who work short tight skirts with ample cleavage on offer. It’s screaming you want me with sex appeal sealed with bright red lipstick and five-inch razor heels. They turn heads wherever they may be never short of attention coz they got the confidence to be your wet dream.
Shy girls hide behind clothes buttoned up almost to their neck and hemlines pass the knee. Shoes to sensible with arch support for comfort and a block two-inch heel. Their make up is on the neutral side coral lips and freckled cheeks brushed over with golden hues and hair...
Shy girls hide behind clothes buttoned up almost to their neck and hemlines pass the knee. Shoes to sensible with arch support for comfort and a block two-inch heel. Their make up is on the neutral side coral lips and freckled cheeks brushed over with golden hues and hair...
#happiness
#anxiety
#courage
#teens
#fear
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goldenmyst
Poem Published
7th Mar 2024 3:47am
7th Mar 2024 3:47am
Rowena O’Riordan
Rowena O’Riordan
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Her heart is a glass of haunted roses. Weatherworn Ellis Island faces rise like Lazarus from family memory books. Ours is the immigrant waltz learned from grandparents who danced on the shores of America upon arrival.
Spring in Natchez, Mississippi is pollen blown on the honeysuckle breeze like the nectar of Aphrodite. Sassafras scents the morning light on a dandelion lane past the bird sanctuary owned by the surgeon down the road until he walked Brightwood Street with his bewildered...
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Her heart is a glass of haunted roses. Weatherworn Ellis Island faces rise like Lazarus from family memory books. Ours is the immigrant waltz learned from grandparents who danced on the shores of America upon arrival.
Spring in Natchez, Mississippi is pollen blown on the honeysuckle breeze like the nectar of Aphrodite. Sassafras scents the morning light on a dandelion lane past the bird sanctuary owned by the surgeon down the road until he walked Brightwood Street with his bewildered...
#women
#teens
#myself
#FallingInLove
#dating
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veganpoet
Poem Published
24th Jan 2024 4:04pm
24th Jan 2024 4:04pm
Cookie's Heartlight
Gorgeously shaped sonic escapade,
epitome of lush vocals,
sepia toned memories that flutter
like a bird warming up wings for a first flight.
Each time you crack open
the weathered door to your beautiful soul,
I cherish the heartlight that streams forth,
and I watch the motes of dust dancing, always dancing.
epitome of lush vocals,
sepia toned memories that flutter
like a bird warming up wings for a first flight.
Each time you crack open
the weathered door to your beautiful soul,
I cherish the heartlight that streams forth,
and I watch the motes of dust dancing, always dancing.
#love
#teens
#memories
#art
#nostalgia
217 reads
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mgm264
Poem Published
21st Jan 2024 4:28am
21st Jan 2024 4:28am
i want to know, really
who am i really?
i want to know!
i’m begging to find out,
on the edge of my seat, really.
it feels like a riddle, one that you’re asked on a long road trip,
but the answer remains on the tip of your tongue for 7 hours
a phenomenon, really.
i crave individualism and conformity at the same time,
a paradoxical odyssey (if you will),
who am i when not smothered by the people in the seats next to me?
and i’m always stuck in the middle seat, really.
maybe i’ll find out when the car stops.
i fear it won’t ever...
i want to know!
i’m begging to find out,
on the edge of my seat, really.
it feels like a riddle, one that you’re asked on a long road trip,
but the answer remains on the tip of your tongue for 7 hours
a phenomenon, really.
i crave individualism and conformity at the same time,
a paradoxical odyssey (if you will),
who am i when not smothered by the people in the seats next to me?
and i’m always stuck in the middle seat, really.
maybe i’ll find out when the car stops.
i fear it won’t ever...
#teens
#identity
#myself
#aging
#SelfDiscovery
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oskar
Poem Published
8th Jan 2024 5:58pm
8th Jan 2024 5:58pm
Under den Linden
Unter den Linden
I have a soft spot for the German language
when a toddler, I had free access to a military camp where they had enormous horses and let me sit on top of one of them (looking up horses,
I think they were Belgian draft horses)
Since I was 5 years old at the time, I reserve the right to be wrong
My mother said I could speak a little German
I don't think so, but when the Brits and the Americans came, my few words of German were too soon forgotten.
In the late fifties, I was onboard an old ship that
had survived the war but...
I have a soft spot for the German language
when a toddler, I had free access to a military camp where they had enormous horses and let me sit on top of one of them (looking up horses,
I think they were Belgian draft horses)
Since I was 5 years old at the time, I reserve the right to be wrong
My mother said I could speak a little German
I don't think so, but when the Brits and the Americans came, my few words of German were too soon forgotten.
In the late fifties, I was onboard an old ship that
had survived the war but...
#teens
#transgender
#heroic
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oskar
Poem Published
1st Jan 2024 6:25pm
1st Jan 2024 6:25pm
January««thought
A January Thought
Not being happy with planet Earth, we wonder if there
on other galaxies so far away that even Elon Musk
can bring us there; should we, on a day like this first of January, find the mystic planet we may find, to our surprise, it is just like ours, where people fight wars about what belongs to whom! We could have saved
the expenses and set about repairing the damage disbanding armies, will be hard surplus national pride must be dealt with still, I don't think smaller nations
should disband, before the USA and China do
Why not Russia?...
Not being happy with planet Earth, we wonder if there
on other galaxies so far away that even Elon Musk
can bring us there; should we, on a day like this first of January, find the mystic planet we may find, to our surprise, it is just like ours, where people fight wars about what belongs to whom! We could have saved
the expenses and set about repairing the damage disbanding armies, will be hard surplus national pride must be dealt with still, I don't think smaller nations
should disband, before the USA and China do
Why not Russia?...
#teens
#BestFriend
#heroic
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oskar
Poem Published
26th Nov 2023 11:21am
26th Nov 2023 11:21am
morning thoughts
Morning Thoughts
Sunday morning, heavy mist clings to the building
the bay of Cascais is shrouded as a grief-striking widow
inaudibly her sigh, but her eyes are still sea green
Ten days ago, I made a prediction that 19000 will die before Israel was sated of spilled blood,
her primitive revenge speaks of Byzantine times
Truly, Israel is a religious state
The local news tells me in the last two years
three hundred thousand Brazilians have immigrated
to Portugal this without fanfare or disapproving remark
from conservative...
Sunday morning, heavy mist clings to the building
the bay of Cascais is shrouded as a grief-striking widow
inaudibly her sigh, but her eyes are still sea green
Ten days ago, I made a prediction that 19000 will die before Israel was sated of spilled blood,
her primitive revenge speaks of Byzantine times
Truly, Israel is a religious state
The local news tells me in the last two years
three hundred thousand Brazilians have immigrated
to Portugal this without fanfare or disapproving remark
from conservative...
#teens
#friendship
#humankind
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